Bad ending 7

The lilac hedgehog's smile turned into a sly grin when he noticed a sock left in a hurry on the prisoner's leg.

"Clothes?" Aidan raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Experiment," Shadow muttered, throwing a short, expressionless look at the blue hedgehog.

"Are you following in my footsteps? It is commendable," the Commander chuckled, looking at the prisoner with the interest of a researcher. "You don't like my gift that much? I made it according to your order."

"Yes. The fabric is just disgusting," the black hedgehog snapped.

Aidan laughed and put his hand theatrically to his chest. "It hurts me to hear that, Richie. Although," he turned to Sonic in a confident tone; the hero cautiously raised his head to look at the lilac hedgehog, "He always hates me so openly. Refreshing. I love him for this. Well, and for a great ass of course."

He sat down on the level with the prisoner and tilted his head to the side with a question. "And how do you like his size, Blue? Does it inspire?"

Sonic choked on air and blushed. "Go to hell," he blurted out angrily.

Aidan broke into a smile and clicked his tongue, clearly pleased. "So eager to get your tongue cut off, little slut. Or," he pointedly slowly removed one of the medallions from his belt and turned it in front of the blue hedgehog's face, "For the oxygen to be cut off for a bit."

Sonic, realizing what was about to happen, managed to draw air into his lungs just a moment before the lilac fingers activated the command.

The collar mercilessly tightened around his throat. Strong metal squeezed his neck almost to the crunch of the vertebrae, but the hero forcefully restrained the reflex impulse to cough, and threw his head back, looking defiantly into the lilac sadist's eyes. If he thought that the threat would work, he would be disappointed: Sonic knew how to hold his breath for a long time. For a very long time.

But this didn’t bother the Commander at all: resting his chin on his hand, he carefully watched the prisoner's reaction. Long fingers methodically shook the crystal of the medallion, trying to drop it deceptively, but deftly picking it up at the last moment, and the lilac hedgehog himself did not stop smiling condescendingly, continuing the game of staring with the look of an undoubted winner.

The collar was pulled tighter. The silence also dragged on. Sonic endured stubbornly, Aidan watched... and Shadow stood nearby, nervously bristling his quills. He didn't intervene and didn't leave either, now and then throwing his eyes from one hedgehog to another.

But he was the first to break the silence.

"Aidan."

The Commander didn't move an ear, once again "almost" dropping the medallion.

"Aidan," the black hedgehog pressed. "Let him go."

But this didn't help: digging into the skin, the metal strip decreased in diameter by another couple of millimeters, and Shadow, despite the consequences, grabbed the lilac hedgehog by the hand holding the medallion, "Aidan!"

The cold look of poisonous green eyes pinned him to the spot and made him withdraw his hand.

"You really got attached to him," the Commander stood up with a deliberate slowness and canceled the command; Sonic immediately sucked in a wheezing breath and started coughing.

"Nonsense. It's just a prisoner," the black hedgehog tried his best not to look in the direction of the said prisoner in order to check his condition. “But he knows too much to kill him like that."

"Oh, really? And what exactly?" Aidan raised an eyebrow doubtfully. "Yesterday's report was poor in information."

"I'm working on it," Shadow clarified cautiously, clenching his fists.

The Commander shook his head in response. "I'm starting to think it was a bad idea. How exactly are you trying to get him to talk?"

The black hedgehog nervously twitched his ear and folded his arms across his chest. "Three meals a day with sperm alone should break him."

A sharp sigh from the blue hedgehog attracted all eyes to him. Taken aback for a second, Sonic blushed distinctly, coughed again, and hurriedly lowered his eyes. 

The Commander chuckled vaguely at this performance. "He doesn't look really upset."

And with the next movement, he sharply kicked the prisoner in the stomach.

From the unexpected blow, the breath went out, and the hero involuntarily groaned and folded in half. A painful spasm twisted his insides into a tight lump that jumped to his throat, and in the next second, burning his esophagus and kicking out unwanted tears, the contents of his stomach were on the floor.

"...or actually hungry," the lilac hedgehog continued, thoughtfully examining the remains of breakfast on the carpet. "I think sperm looks different. Or am I wrong?"

The studying look pierced Shadow through, helping to gather his thoughts and break away from the nerve-wracking image of the hero coughing up his insides.

“I didn’t say that I…” the black hedgehog began, hastily picking up an excuse, but was interrupted by the next peremptory phrase.

"I would advise to adequately feed him," the Commander with a cold threat looked into his eyes and added, "Right now."

Sonic dealt with another bout of coughing, spat out the sour remnants of vomit and swallowed, afraid to look up. The silence dragged on uncomfortably, and in addition to the raw sensation from the collar, the blue hero's throat constricted as he realized what would follow this "advice".

As if he hadn't had enough already.

"Richie."

"I can't do it in front of witnesses," Shadow squeezed out of himself.

"I insist."

The black hedgehog exhaled with a shudder and dropped his hands, again clenching them into fists.

"If you are afraid that he will bite," the Commander shrugged, "just knock out his teeth. It is high time."

"You gave me two weeks," Shadow reminded him blankly, looking down at his feet.

The loud sound of a slap made Sonic flinch and raise his head sharply.

"You're testing my patience, Richard," Aidan pointedly held his hand in the air; on the cheek of a black hedgehog, the trace of a blow filled with painful redness. "Either you fuck him in the mouth - and I don't care how you do it - or…" he narrowed his eyes, "I don't even know what to think. Gray trash, shielding the primitive - do you understand how it looks from the outside?"

"You are crazy…" the blue hero muttered, looking incredulously from one hedgehog to another, "You are both crazy."

"Fine," Shadow decided, as soon as the Commander turned to the prisoner. "Give me a second."

He rushed to the closet, pulled the top drawer, and fished out something almost without looking. The black hedgehog came back, and Sonic immediately pressed himself against the wall when he realized what the agent was holding in his hands.

A gag with a wide ring instead of a regular plug.

"No!" The cold shiver ran down the hero's spine. "Don't come-!" he tried to throw the black hedgehog away from him, but the bracelets on his legs grappled with a metallic sound, and Shadow, having stepped on them, crushed them to the floor. "Don't-!" a strong, way too strong  hand grabbed his face, squeezed, forcing him to open his mouth. "No-!" he jerked his head, trying to free himself, but cold metal was shoved between his teeth, pushing them wider, "Sha-!" in the last attempt, struggling with the impending horror, holding back the rising tears, Sonic caught his rival's gaze...

And froze, stunned by a sudden pain in the depths of the ruby eyes.

The clasp of the lock clicked.

Shadow pulled away.

And the iron curtain of alienation fell again between them, casting doubt on the fleeting glimpse of the other's feelings.

“Not bad,” commented the lilac hedgehog, stroking his chin with the look of an expert. "The teeth are intact and the prisoner is well-fed," he grinned. "Although, you still have to work on the second part."

Shadow exhaled briefly and turned to the Commander. "Still, I'd prefer you didn't watch," he said sullenly.

"Otherwise, you won't get up?" Aidan chuckled knowingly.

And then, with one quick movement, he was behind the black hedgehog and pushed him against the wall, right at the dumbfounded prisoner.

Sonic belatedly jerked to the side. The groin of the black hedgehog was close to his face, and Shadow moaned audibly when the hero ran his nose over it, trying to turn away.

"Don't twist," the purple hand grabbed the prisoner by the quills, stopping him. “Now, we’ll fix it quickly,” the Commander murmured, and the second hand slid down the dark stomach, “Yes, R~richie?”

His voice made Sonic sick for real. A bitter lump rose to the throat, and the cloying smell of vanilla and lime hit the nose, from the back of the hand that had rubbed to the face, and as soon as the lilac fingers persistently stroked Shadow between his legs, the suffocating aroma of cinnamon was added to it. Damn cinnamon with damn coffee! Sonic closed his eyes, feeling heat buried in his cheek and a smeared trace of moisture - the reaction of the black hedgehog followed immediately, which made the hero's nausea only intensify.

If they really put it in his mouth-

"Face this way, little slut."

Sonic gasped as the Commander's palm pushed him hard towards the target. The hot flesh touched the lip, one of the fangs, and slipped through the ring... The hero held his breath and tried to push out the alien - big, Chaos, why is it so big? -  object, but a salty and tart liquid got on his tongue, and he almost vomited right away.

And then it got too late.

Taking advantage of the moment of a hitch, the Commander literally shoved the black hedgehog's cock down his throat. It sharply cut through the nerves, through the dry mucosa, and Sonic wanted to scream, fight and bite at the same time, but only a single groan came out almost inaudibly, hoarsely, and he weakly twitch to the side, without the possibility of freeing himself. The hero clenched his fists and bit his teeth on the metal of the gag, breathing hard through his nose, lost in sensations, trying to keep his sanity and not let himself shamefully give up right now.

How did it get to the point where he couldn't resist again? Why was there so much pain in a desperately pounding heart? Why was it treacherously stinging in the eyes, and the jaws were contracting with internal trembling, which had nothing to do with the strength of the open and filled mouth? Was it indeed-?

"And you, Ricci, spread your buns - you are not the only one who wants to have fun here."

There was a painful groan, and Sonic flinched, emerging from his own feelings. A new metallic smell added to the intoxicating mixture of scents, causing his eyes to widen in disbelief. Blood? What the hell was this sadist doing?

"Sweet. We've slowed you down a bit, haven't we?" the sound of a slap of the Commander's free hand came from somewhere behind. "You’re not used to it, so you might cum too quickly. It's great in there, isn't it, Richie? Soft, pliable mouth on your cock. You can go so deep," he pressed himself harder and, under a new painfully thirsty moan, pushed Shadow further into the blue hedgehog's throat, "as you want. And no one will stop you. No one will say a word against it."

Sonic mumbled indistinctly, choking on involuntarily tears that came out, to which the Commander only grinned.

"See how easy it is? So nice. Almost like inside his ass, right?" continued the lilac hedgehog insinuating, tempting description, sending a perceptible shiver through Shadow's body. "It wraps around and embraces from all sides. Everything is humid and hot, saliva smeared along the shaft, the spasm squeezes the tip with every push. Oh, no, wait," Aidan grabbed the black hedgehog's cock closer to the base, "Not so fast. He must earn his dinner."

Somewhere above, Shadow raggedly sucked in air. "Please…" he croaked hoarsely, "I beg you, stop."

"Well, if you beg," Aidan chuckled, emphasizing the last word with particular pleasure, "Then I'll keep quiet. But," a new push started a synchronous movement of the flesh in the blue hedgehog's mouth, "You will have to endure a little longer. Can you do it, Richie?"

“I d-don’t…” Shadow responded with anguish and shuddered especially strongly…

…Sonic wasn't prepared for what followed.

A hot wave of viscous, tart liquid in several painfully long bursts flooded the already filled mouth, and, almost choking, the blue hedgehog miraculously managed to swallow most of it at the last moment.

His head was spinning, and over the ringing in his ears, he almost did not hear Aidan snort contemptuously, 'You disappointed me, Richard. You'll work it off in the evening,' did not pay attention to the receding steps and the closing door, missed the moment at which the bracelets came loose, and only when the body opposite recoiled, freeing him from its suffocating presence, he was able to gasp convulsively and cough in an excruciating way. It took another second to unfasten the gag with trembling hands and spit it out, along with the remnants of astringent bitterness that settled on the tongue. The stiff jaw ached mercilessly, not allowing the teeth to be brought together normally, a painful tickle settled in the throat, and on the chin, flowing down from the corners of the mouth, a sticky mixture of saliva, lubricant and sperm remained.

The Hero of Mobius could hardly restrain himself from dumping the contents of his stomach on the floor again.

"Sonic-"

"Shut up," croaked the blue hedgehog.

"...Sonic."

Through the fog that filled his head, the realization that the rival had called him by name barely broke through. The hero looked up and turned to Shadow, who sat next to him, awkwardly leaning against the wall with his arms bent at the elbows and hiding his face between them.

"I'm sorry. Sorry. I'm sorry, I…" the black hedgehog breathed in intermittently. "I tried my best. I'd do it gently if-"

"Your best?!" Sonic jumped up in a rage, clenching his fists, to which Shadow shuddered and sank down harder. "You forcibly stuck a gag in my teeth, and then indulged this bastard and cum in my mouth, even though he held you back! Enjoyed it?" He quickly wiped his face with the back of his hand. "It was nice, wasn't it, Richie? Could control yourself 'if necessary?'"

The hero stood up on treacherously trembling legs and grimaced in disdain, looking down at his rival. "If you decide to fuck me again - go ahead. But don't pretend anymore that you didn't want it from the start."

Sonic steadfastly held out until the bathroom, and only there did he seriously vomit.

It wasn't until an hour later that he managed to hold back his tears.

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Well, that's bad ending number 7.

Initially, this piece was conceived as the "canon" part of the chapter. But the second appearance of Aidan did not fit into the structure, and the scene of Sonic's choking and the dialogue about the clothes ordered for Shadow were too pitiful to throw out, so from this completely peaceful ending:

"Damn, faker, are you okay?"
"What's the difference to you? I'm just a prisoner."
"What should I have answered him? 'Stop choking that idiot - he never knew how to watch his tongue?!"'

…we got what we got.

…

Should I really explain why this is a bad ending?